Will you come for me In the morning When all is well We share the bad time Do you not think we should share the good times As well Ah we cut of a piece of the sky And call that heaven In the barren land beneath me Will we call that hell How could it be the definitions Are they always so clear So won't you walk right over here Let me just slightly kiss your ear 'Cause hell does not become you And heaven only slightly passes through here So you will come for me Tomorrow or any day When all is well Or do you still see the days Walk in giant circles Around you And in this very room Will you stay up late and talk You say the medication can make you stand and walk All this talk of medication Honey, I'm getting ready To carry youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
